I Didn't Mean to Kill Her_Exile_First Flight_Misery
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I Didn't Mean to Kill Her
I walk through the passageway of... a house. I blink. Where am I?Who am I?I look down, doing a quick assessment. Sex: Male. Height: Maybe about six feet?I seemed to be a holding a bag. I open it. Groceries. Cheese, a couple of tomatoes, some lettuce... I lean to the doorway in front of me, and shiver as I feel the cold metal. Then I touch it. The cold attacks me again. Wait. What just happened?I pull my hand back, and try again. A less severe cold tingles my fingers before I touch it again. And then I feel it once more. What?I open and enter this time, and look at the room around me. A sofa to...
Exile
Aidan heaves himself out of the water on the lonesome shore. His feet stumble on the wet sand and he falls to the ground with a thud. Particles of sand are glued to his wet body as he lays in silence, staring up at the stars smearing the night sky. He tries to control his hitched breathing as he absorbs every jagged pain in his body and his wings. He hisses when he realises that most of the pain come from his wings. He fumbles to look at his wings, and his heart shatters when he registers what’s left of them. They are shredded to pieces and burnt to ashes. “No,” Aidan whispers with raw disbeli...
First Flight
You can call me Vlad. I am so excited yet anxious for the last few days that it seems that my head is reeling most of the time. Now there are so many reasons to be excited about that it is impossible to think that I had lived oblivious of these possibilities all my life. First, Zinaida has agreed to go with me on my quest. Second, we are finally going to break the traditions of our flock and sewww.onedoor.ccarch for the place mentioned in our folklore. Last but not least, all this is a secret which only three of us know. I guess, it is getting a bit incoherent for you, so I will have to start from the be...
Misery
The birds were chirping and enjoying the cool breeze. The grass was wet due to the dewdrops. The just-risen sun shone softly on the city streets, bringing with it a flurry of early-morning activity. Brock young man with brown eyes, dark hair, and a slim body got back from his meditation session. Sat in the corner of the room facing the wall immersed into deep thoughts. Ray who is a therapist in welfare rehabilitation center smiled and wished "Good morning Brock," "Good morning!" replied Brock. "How are you feeling today?" examined Ray. Brock sat still, not even uttering a single word facing th...